My Daddy Hides His Power - Chapter 39

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Father Conceals His Strength
Chapter 39
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At that very moment.
Lico was reading a letter from Lilith that Jeti and the twins had delivered.
How on earth did she know the exact timing for when the medicine needed to be administered to her younger sister?
It was a letter that had come along with the next supply of Salvacion, sent without delay.
[Lico!
While I’m sending the antidote to the sisters, I’m writing my first letter.
How’s the person who needed this medicine doing now? Are they much better?
I hope they are….
Could you send me a reply letter letting me know if they’ve recovered?
If you find it too much trouble, just draw one circle
↓ right here]
Lico let out a soft laugh at her endearing request.
[Oh! And I had a question….
Do you know Baron Joseph Lütman?
He’s a noble who originally lived in Jedo, and I thought you might know him.
I don’t know where he is now, so if you have any idea where that gentleman might be, could you let me know?
But I suppose I’d have to trade you some information for that, right……?
Hmm, I’ll come visit you soon with something big.
Stay healthy until then☺♡♡]
As Lico read the crooked handwriting again and again, a faint smile playing at his lips, his eyes suddenly sharpened.
Do you know Baron Joseph Lütman?
Joseph Lütman.
Until about two years ago, the striking epithet attached to this man who operated in Jedo was none other than.
‘Political Genius.’
His keen eye for reading the currents of power, his talent for discerning able men, his skill in propaganda, agitation, intrigue….
A man of extraordinary acumen whose political capabilities surpassed even the seasoned nobles entrenched in the political sphere.
‘How does she even know about someone who vanished two years ago, let alone seek him out?’
What exactly was this little one up to?
Lico decided to stop speculating about Lilith’s true identity.
“Hey, Lico! Let’s have a drink!”
Thunk!
A thick-muscled arm set a glass of dark beer down on the table.
It was Billy, a guild member of the Red Hawk.
Lico chuckled and raised his beer glass.
“Good work yesterday.”
“Work? I just beat the crap out of some rotten bastards after so long, and it cleared out ten years’ worth of pent-up frustration. Ha ha…. But anyway.”
Billy’s eyes gleamed with anticipation.
“Have you made your choice? Duke Rubinstein?”
“I don’t know yet.”
Lico gave an evasive answer.
“You don’t know? Weren’t you the one who asked us to guard the Duke’s daughter to try to make contact with the Duke?”
“More than that, the young lady has helped me out quite a bit. I haven’t met the Duke directly, so I can’t really say what kind of person he is.”
“Come on, don’t say that. He seemed absolutely perfect! Just from his bearing, the man was clearly virtuous—it exceeded our expectations!”
“Is that so?”
“Honestly, there’s no house like the Rubinsteins anywhere. The Duke’s return at this moment must be a divine sign.”
The Red Hawk had been searching.
For someone who could ignite revolution in this rotting empire.
But it was not easy.
Only those with power who remained unsullied by corrupt authority could accomplish such a task.
Though Lico and the Red Hawk despised corrupt nobility and those who abused their power….
Paradoxically, to even draw the sword of revolution, its wielder had to be a noble who held power.
“Is there any other house besides them that comes out clean?”
“You’ve got a point.”
Lico had actually been watching the Rubinsteins for a long time.
They boasted power second only to the Imperial House, yet as Billy said, theirs was an upright family with not a single flaw to be found.
And yet….
‘I have to admit, I was surprised when the princess sought me out first.’
I’d wondered if it was some kind of divine revelation.
“But it won’t be easy, that’s for sure.”
Billy tilted his beer glass and made a tsk-tsk sound with his tongue.
“He seems like a good man, but he doesn’t strike me as particularly ambitious.”
…….
“Ability aside, revolution isn’t won by force alone, is it? Seven years away from office means no connections in the political sphere, no sense of the currents of power.”
Lico nodded in agreement.
Enoch Rubinstein’s position in the current political landscape was much like that of a newborn infant.
He had no ties to the central nobility and, having been absent for so long, would struggle to read the flow of power.
To awaken someone like Enoch Rubinstein in such a short time….
‘Wait. Surely not.’
Lico unfolded Lilith’s letter once more.
‘Do you know Baron Joseph Lütman?’
Why would Lilith be asking after Joseph at a moment like this?
Joseph Lütman was precisely the strategist Enoch Rubinstein needed most right now.
‘There’s intent behind this. A suspicious little girl like her wouldn’t be looking for Joseph just to play games.’
Lico let out a low whistle as he tried to gauge Lilith’s true purpose.
‘Just who is this little lady, anyway? Could she be on her second life?’
Lico set about preparing a reply to send to Lilith at once.
The whereabouts of Joseph Lütman—whom Lilith was curious about—lay entirely within Lico’s grasp.
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So Billy, the uncle who’d competed with my dad and Princess Lara over shoes, was a member of the Red Hawk?
I found myself gaping in astonishment at their resourcefulness.
‘I… I really couldn’t have imagined it.’
The Red Hawk seemed to be an organization where each member was like a specially trained spy.
Then again, it made sense that Lico had such a firm grasp on Jedo’s affairs.
‘Honestly, aligning myself with Lico so quickly was really the right call.’
I nodded to myself.
“Anyway, the boss ordered us not to let the Duke find out, and to watch over you until the very last moment before stepping in if anything goes wrong.”
“I see. Please tell the boss I’m grateful.”
“Of course I will.”
“But Miss!”
Junei clapped her hands together and rushed to embrace me.
“What?”
“We’re running out of time! You need to be dressed more beautifully than anyone in the world today!”
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Aunt was holding a tea party.
Notable ladies from the central noble families would be attending, and their young daughters and sons had been invited as well.
It seemed Aunt intended to introduce me to children of my own age from the nobility.
‘The original work was a novel about men, so there weren’t any social gathering episodes like this….’
I shook my head with worry and clenched my small fists tight.
This wasn’t a novel—it was reality!
I was the young lady of the Rubinstein dukedom!
Saving the world was Dad’s and Chesire’s responsibility; I had my own role to play.
‘I’ll show the dignity befitting a great noble house and master high society besides!’
I’m the protagonist!
‘…’s daughter, anyway!’
As I steeled my resolve with a determined snort, Jeti and Junei let out gasps of admiration.
“Oh, it’s unbelievable.”
“Would you… would you like to look in the mirror?”
My preparation was complete.
‘Gasp. Is that really me?’
I went to the full-length mirror in the room and stood before it, turning my body this way and that.
Wavy hair with gentle curls down to my shoulders, topped with a blue headband studded with a hexagonal diamond.
A lace dress in white and blue, perfectly suited to my sugar-doll-white complexion.
White socks that came to my calf, finished with rounded-toe blue enamel shoes….
‘This… this is amazing! I really am the protagonist’s daughter!’
A weighty, unforgettable character!
Even after staring endlessly at my reflection, I wasn’t the slightest bit bored—I leaned in closer to study my face.
My nostrils were flared with excitement, and yet I was still beautiful.
This… this is awkward. Princess Lara wouldn’t even be able to hand over her business card now.
“You’re the best, miss.”
“Sigh. I’ve burned it all away….”
My older sisters, drained of all vigor, squatted behind me with their knees spread wide like tired old men, muttering to themselves.
“Hehe.”
I pressed my palm against my cheek—still a bit too round with baby fat for my taste—and blinked.
“Kyaaaa! Our miss is the best! So cute!”
“This is insane! The doll is moving!”
“Well, that’s a bit….”
What pleased me most was how much older I looked than usual.
‘If I put on just a little makeup, I’d look even more grown-up and beautiful.’
I gazed up at the tall vanity stretching above me.
The cosmetics my aunt had bought were always kept ready, but today I wore none.
My older sisters said it was too early for makeup.
“But really, can’t I wear makeup? Princess Lara has red lips….”
“No, miss. You’re beautiful just as you are now. If you paint your lips, it would only look wrong.”
“That’s right. And makeup is too harsh for your skin at your age.”
Both of them were firm on the matter.
“Oh my, it’s gotten so late. Master Theo asked us to call him once you’re ready.”
“Miss, he’s waiting. We’ll bring the young masters right away.”
“Yes.”
Jeti and June left the room, and I was alone again, staring into the mirror.
‘Something’s still missing, that’s for sure.’
And I looked up at the tall vanity again.
‘…Ah, just once! If it looks wrong, I can wipe it off!’
Unable to resist temptation, I dragged over a chair and placed it before the vanity, then climbed up with a grunt.
There were so many different kinds that I had to open and examine each cosmetic one by one.
‘Is this some kind of eyeliner?’
I drew the pencil-like makeup tool across the back of my hand, and sure enough, it was definitely meant for the eyes.
I began carefully adding definition to my eyes.
‘This is my first time doing makeup….’
Embarrassing as it sounds, in my twenty-five years of my previous life, I’d never worn makeup.
Why?
I was too busy studying.
My only memories were of wearing thick glasses and carrying heavy textbooks, wandering around university campuses, churning out endless papers.
Maybe that’s why I now craved makeup so much.
‘This one’s probably a lipstick!’
After finishing my eye makeup, I picked out a lip product and applied it to my lips.
“Uh, this is harder than I thought…?”
Drawing along my lip line neatly proved more difficult than expected, but I persevered anyway.
‘Is it pretty?’
I wasn’t sure.
It didn’t look distinctly prettier than my bare face, but….
‘Still, I do look more mature, don’t I?’
Tired of only hearing I was cute, I was reasonably satisfied.
Then.
A soft knock sounded at the door.
“…You’re awake, huh. You in there? Can I come in?”
It was Chesire’s voice.
I hurried down from the chair and checked my appearance in the full-length mirror once more.
‘Well, this should be fine, right? Not bad at all, right?’
My lips did look about twice their normal size, which made me a bit self-conscious….
But they also seemed to have a certain sultry charm to them.
I answered, a bit nervous.
“Yeah, come in!”

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